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[not_nearsighted]

[The record clicks on to an assortment of understated sounds, too faint or distorted by unusual acoustics to recognize. Where could this wayward device had ended up

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[masterspark_ze]

[The witch causing such a tone, such breaths, must be doing something right. There's the sound of sheets rustling as someone moves, accompanied with a bit of a... wet sound.]

Mmm...

[That little hum probably gives away what's really going on.]

Gods, you're gorgeous like this.

[Marisa's voice trails off with another series of telltale sounds.]

working her hand into marisa's hair. :|b

[not_nearsighted]

[There's no verbal reply - gasping (though obviously not painfully) breaths giving all the explanation of that that's needed; in place of one, though, there are a few more soft sounds, including the fairly distinctive - though quite faint - sound of hair being toyed with.]

[masterspark_ze]

[This continues for a bit longer before the sheets rustle again and Marisa hums. Things sound like they're picking up before suddenly...]

Ow.

[That one words was faint but then it's as if there had never been that pause. Until...]

Ouch!

sorry about the wait; lj wasn't working when i got home. also, see plurk for explanation.

[not_nearsighted]

[There's a moment of silence, followed by a slight creak from the mattress.]

...what's wro-

[masterspark_ze]

OW.

[That cry of pain - and the not pleasurable kind - ends in a bit of a muffled whine and then a slight growl of determination.]

[not_nearsighted]

Ah-?!

[The sounds that answer are very, VERY confused, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and extreme uncertainty at the point of intersection of those two sensations.]

[masterspark_ze]

[A few more moments, after one particular sound of pleasure, there's a sudden hiss of pain and...]

Ow, ow, ow! [a whimper] Patchy, I can't keep-- Ow!

[not_nearsighted]

[There's a small 'puff' sound, followed by a moment's silence. When that moment ends...]

Stop... hurting yourself... for the sake ofACK-!

[a_digital_witch]

OW-AHHH!

[And that would be two people tumbling off the bed and landing in a heap on the floor. Marisa groans and then curses again.]

You're ring is caught in my hair.

[not_nearsighted]

I'm aware! I'm trying to... [She coughs a few times, and then gives a frustrated grumble.]

...this is an utter mess.

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[a_digital_witch]

[Marisa whimpers a few more times; that ring must have gotten caught pretty tangled up from the sounds of it.]

Ow. ALICE! GET UP HERE AND HELP US!! [Apparently, Marisa has had enough of the hair pulling.] So killed the mood...

[The witch's grumble trails off to the sound of rustling fabric and something bumps the device, shutting it off.]